翻找东西的时候,偶尔发现一把剪刀,一把理发剪,是父亲的。我拿在手上把玩着:这似乎是父亲的第三把理发剪。这把剪子已不再灿烂,手柄处已褪去了颜色而变得暗黄。我绞动着把手,还轻灵好用,在室光的 When looking for something, occasionally found a pair of scissors, a hair clipper, is the father’s. I played it in my hand: It seemed to be my father’s third haircut. The scissors are no longer brilliant, and the handles have faded in color and become yellowish. I twisted my hand, but also light and easy to use, in the room light